I am built from heartache
Piece by broken piece
Shattered by your words
Scattered at your feet
Peek beneath my crumbling foundation
Through the cracks within my skin
My blood and tears became the mortar
Holding all these broken bits of me in
It’s getting harder and harder to see the good in a world filled to the brim with the bad.
This evil flows freely through every crevice and crack, overfilling and overflowing into our lives as sure as sunshine.
When corrupting even the purest of hearts is so easy nowadays, where can we stand to get out of the fire?
How can we continue to walk forward when everything around us is burning to the ground?
I need help looking through the smoke, and learning to live with the heat.
Because this hell on Earth isn’t going away, it’s growing and claiming all that we love as it’s own.
I will continue to fly
Despite my broken wings
Stumbling towards the stars
Reaching for greater things
These arduous memories of you linger like stagnant smoke in a chilly room
I try to break through them,
breathing warm words into the air but they remain
They’ve stamped themselves onto my heart the way nicotine stains the teeth
Your corruption flows through my veins changing me into something bitter, something rotten
Only I hold the antidote, but it’s lost, tangled within the roots you planted deep inside the nether that is my mind.
I’m just not sure I’m quite strong enough yet to cut this poison out, so I continue to let it steep.
I creak like rotted floor boards in a hundred year old house. And these splinters have buried themselves deep within my flesh pushing further with every single step. My bones cracking beneath the weight of this demon that has hitched a ride on my back.
Casting shadows so far in front of me that I have to look back to see the light. I break like stained glass cathedral windows in the hands of the unfaithful. Shattered, scattered in my hands and in my heart. My blood the color of rust from years of stagnant tears overflow. Drowning in dust and cobwebs built up over time. Losing all my memories, like a picture in a broken frame. I crackle with ruby embers popping in the night. Turning to ash after all of my walls go up in flames. Just remnants of a foundation hollowed out by hate.
There’s this ache
Deep beneath my flesh
That whispers sweet memories into my head
And pain into my heart
And this thought that consumes me
An everlasting reminder of sorrow
Devouring me from within
There’s this poison
That flows freely in my veins
Spreading it’s hatred and disease
Into every bit of my lungs
And this voice that calls out
A weathered cry for acceptance
Trying to find forgiveness in itself
Darker than my shadow
Quieter than my whisper
I’m built up on lies and pain and hurt. Sometimes I just want to cry out, but there’s never anyone there to hear me. This life I live is not my own. It owns me and I owe it everything. These are the thoughts I’m chained to, these are the truths that sustain me.
Standing there, hot water beating hard against my chest. Everything is quiet, I’ve tuned everything else out. Im trapped inside myself, trapped inside my head. Wondering how hot it’d have to be for me to just melt and be washed away with the suds. Wondering if anyone would even notice I was gone.
I’m not so sure it matters anymore.